Fashion bleeds, stains and frees, spreading all lifes scum and sleaze.
Spitting fire, in the eyes, of the least suspecting patrons.
Turning cold, with control, killing everyone who knows
Standing by, in the aisles, watching recent complications.
(repeat)
You can hear their shouts from cars, see cigars burn in trendy bars, flicking ashes on the heads of teenage kids with poorly tuned guitars.
(repeat)
- Archers Of Loaf lyrics
- After The Last Laugh
- Dead Red Eyes
- Greatest of All Time
- Rental Sting
- South Carolina
- White Trash Heroes
- Wrong
- related lyrics
- Blackhawk
+ Goodbye Says It All - Jim Croce
+ Time in a Bottle - Alan Jackson
+ Anywhere On Earth You Are